I still find it incredible, magical. All these nights I have dreamed of you, of us. And it’s impossible to count the days when my mind has wandered, drifting from the task in hand to conjure up images of you, of shared moments and even daring to think what might await us. It happened again this morning. I awoke from yet another dream in which you lay in my arms, your head resting on my shoulder, soft breath warm on my ski...
